User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-1298206-20160717225112

''Grimear's gaze darted from the stoatess being pulled into the trees to the stunned Feffle as the Painted Ones prepared to attack them. Drawing his cutlass from its sheath, the hare captain did not hesitate to rush to his young companion's defense. He charged at the tree rats, his blade gripped tightly in his paw.''